þriðjudagur, júlí 13, 2010 mind the wind

lying in my bed
thoughts in smoke float away
from my head

i dream, i dream a dream inside of us
and blow a wish up to the sky

for the day to come
when we won't have
to say goodbye


(we are the wind, blowing on ourselves,
cold wind upon our faces, we will never breathe again
the same.)

rafael at 12:42 f.h.